[He seems to consider for a moment, dithering as he glances over his shoulder at the shadows formed by the tree trunks, shoves his hands in his pockets, and wish he'd stayed out here alone. She seems like a decent enough person, or someone he could be friends with, and that just makes it exponentially worse, 'cause that just means he's inflicting himself on her for kicks.
She deserves better than that.
Then he turns back to her, and shrugs, cutting off that line of thought before it can terminate anywhere he doesn't wanna think about.]
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She deserves better than that.
Then he turns back to her, and shrugs, cutting off that line of thought before it can terminate anywhere he doesn't wanna think about.]
Sure. Might as well.